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About Palermo

So, I’m thinkin—why’s this job pull folks in? Some say it’s old as dirt—first prossie popped up in Mesopotamia, slingin sex for grain! Ain’t that a hoot? Grain! I’d be pissed if Homer paid with donuts—hmm… maybe not, I’d eat ‘em. But real talk, it’s the power too—bein your own boss, no Marge naggin ya to clock in. Tho, gotta say, the stink o’ sleazy johns’d make me gag—ugh, so gross! Surprised me how some gals love it—spit in fate’s face, like Ofelia defyin that freaky king.

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So, I’m chillin’ in my little apartment near Via Sparano. You know, the main shopping street? It’s got all the fancy shops and stuff. I grab my coffee from this tiny café, Caffè Doppio. Best espresso ever! I’m sippin’ it, feeling like a king, when BOOM! My phone buzzes. Client wants me to set up a flash mob. Like, seriously? A flash mob? In the middle of the day?

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